Rachel's parents were celebrating their anniversary and I volunteered to take their little people so they could enjoy some down time. Since it's Easter this weekend our apartment complex was having an Easter egg hunt. I tried to get us all out the door in time but I had double the number of people I usually do, and let's be honest, I don't even make it out the door on time with two.
So, we eventually got ourselves organized and headed down to the hunt. Only to find it pretty much over. At least we thought it was until I found an untouched hidden area. Thinking I had found the jackpot I showed it to my charges and encouraged them to get to work.
Pretty soon I was shown the error of my ways. An older gentleman approached and informed us (none too graciously) that we were egg hunting in the 6-10 year olds area. None of my entourage passed for 6 and this gentleman was obviously disgruntled with us. I redirected my charges and we moved back to the 1-5 year old area where we found some eggs and traded them for a prize. Does stuff like this happen with this same level of frequency to other people I wonder? It's a mystery for the ages. Maybe it does and no one is fessing up?
All was not lost though, we got some fun pictures (and contraband 6+ candy) and since the average age of the group (excluding me) is under 2 they thought it was the best hunt they've ever experienced. Plus, let's all remember that just having Rachel stay over was enough to make Jo's year. This whole egg hunt experience was just so much icing on the cake to her. Oh please be 3 forever.
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